-3 days deceased-

"Today we are gathered here to honour our fellow student, Chloe Caulfield, who unfortunately passed away just two days ago from a car accident."

I couldn't help but think to myself, "No shit, we don't have assemblies on a Monday. You don't need to tell me."

Okay, that was little mean. School were only trying to help, even if it was doing a poor fucking job of it.

Everyone in our year was gathered in the main hall, sitting in silence. All the teachers were there, even ones who didn't even need to be there. I guess they felt bad.

To be honest, that's all they felt, they felt bad for her. No one really knew her, not like I did. I don't know what goes on in everyones' heads, but I knew that they weren't feeling truly sad.

They're just feeling what they think they need to feel.

Because when someone dies, you're supposed to be sad. Death is a sad thing and it requires you to be sad, even if you didn't even know the damn person.

Because that's what it's provided of you, to feel something.

But I felt nothing, I just felt numb, cold. That's not sadness, that's something else entirely. Everyone was feeling sadness, I was feeling numbness.

Because I knew her like no one else did.

They carried on talking about her and what a great person she was and all that shit, but I wasn't listening. I couldn't, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears telling me, "She's dead, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."

I wanted the world to stop, for everything to stop. Just for minute, just for one tiny second. It has already been three full days since Chloe died, her funeral was already planned and was to be on October 30th.

The same day as her birthday, how ironic.

Dad and I was given an invitation, since I was Chloe's closet friend. My dad was invited to give me moral support, as well as he worked with Chloe's dad.

That's how we became friends, we both were at dads work for the day, and we had no one else to hang out with him. I didn't like her at first, I thought she was snobby and rude, with her little flowery dress and long pigtails.

I was far more boyish and rough.

But I put up with her for sometime since she was practically followed me and wouldn't leave me alone. But it wasn't till one day, when some other rich snobby girl was making fun of me.

Chloe defended me, punched the girl and almost broke her nose, without a second thought. Granted, she got in trouble for it, was grounded for a week. But I realised then that she wasn't all bad.

She was loyal, that was for sure. She was almost my personal bodyguard, my angel.

But she didn't have one herself, besides me, but I hardly punched people around for her. She was reckless, stubborn, loud.

Or as her mother would say, "She was a shrew."

But I liked that about her, she was loud. She didn't care what people thought, she could give two shits, unlike me.

Me? I was timid, quiet, sarcastic at times and a massive nerd. But she didn't care, she could have been the most popular girl in our school, she could have been the rich snobby kid that I hated at first.

But she stuck with me, always, and I was the arsehole who had to fuck it all up.

Suddenly, I heard a voice call out, "Samantha!"

I snapped out of my deep thoughts and jumped slightly. I looked around and noticed everyone was gone. The hall was bare and cold, even all the teachers had left.

The head teacher looked at me and simply said, "Daydreaming again, Samantha?"

I shrugged my shoulders, I got my bag and was prepared to leave. I got up and started to walk to the door until the head teacher asked, "Samantha, can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

I knew exactly what he was going to ask, he was going to ask me about my well-being, how I was coping. I didn't want to face it.

I quickly said, "Sir, I really need to get to class."

The head teacher sighed and said, "Samantha..."

I didn't hear the rest since I immediately went through the door and left. I didn't want people constantly asking me how I was, what I was feeling.

That's my fucking business, no one else's.

I stared to walk down the corridor, it was dead silent. Everyone was in their lesson, while I was alone.

I continued to walk down aimlessly, not caring where I was going to end up.

Everywhere I looked, it just reminded me of Chloe. Her locker was were we used to chat before lesson, it was covered with flowers and a picture of her.

The flowers were mostly roses, there were also notes from other people saying how much they missed her and that she was great friend.

If they were her friends, they would know that Chloe hated roses. She thought they were cliche.

I stared at her picture, she was full of life, she was so happy. Then someone had to go and fucking run her over, and I didn't even know who it was.

I stopped myself from crying, I wasn't going to let some small picture set me off. I walked towards the front door of the school, I couldn't stay in the school. I looked back, looking at the corridor, my eyes kept wandering to Chloes' locker. I wanted to move on.

But how can you move on when you don't even want to believe it's true?

How can you function, knowing someone is gone and they're not coming back?